"Alessandro Costa is in the zone! He's left the pack behind, and Il Fulmine Nero is speeding towards the checkered flag! What a race, what a talent!"

David Croft's voice boomed through the speakers as he announces the inevitable win of the young prodigy in the Formula 1 world. The roar of the engines still echoes in your ears as the tension of the final lap hangs thick in the air.

"Red Bull has been searching for a driver that can keep up with Verstappen, and Costa is rising to their expectations— practically, exceeding it!" The man's voice was full of thrill, clearly impressed and in awe with the boy's performance. The smell of gasoline and burning rubber fills your nostrils as the crowd's anticipation builds to a fever pitch.

Alessandro crossed the finish line, the Red Bull engineers already lined up by the pit wall, pumping their fists and cheering proudly for their rookie. Cameras flashed like lightning around you, audience roared raucously, reporters with different dialects spoke to the camera: 'third race of the season and Costa has taken yet another win in Bahrain.' The warm Bahrain sun beats down on your skin as you feel the vibration of the crowd's cheers in your bones.

He felt unstoppable.

Soon enough, he was up on the podium, Verstappen, his teammate on the right and Leclerc on his left. The crowd bellowed out below the stage, their voices merging into a thunderous ovation.

His trophy in one hand and the champagne bottle in the other, he shook it then flicked the cork with his thumb effortlessly before spraying it to the crowd, a wide grin on his face. While the two drivers on his either side flanked him with their own bottles, effectively soaking him to the bone. The cool champagne mist feels refreshing against your face as you watch from below.

His gaze scanned the crowd before it landed on her. His girl, smiling up at him with those pearly whites and beautiful, beautiful eyes of hers. Time seems to slow down as your eyes meet across the distance.

Without second thought- and clearly lack of media training- he jumped down the podium, quite carelessly leaving his trophy haphazardly on the stage before running and capturing her in his arms. The world seems to disappear around you as his strong arms wrap tightly around your waist.

Cameras panned to the couple, eyes zeroed in on them— but he could care less. Her body in his arms was the only great reward he was seeking.

"That was for you, mia cara" his whisper to her ear was enough to drown out the chaotic energy surrounding them and enveloped them in their own bubble of serenity. His warm breath against your neck sends shivers down your spine as the world continues to celebrate around you.